Enlightenment textbooks
This compressed package lying in Zhou Jianxing's mailbox is like a Pandora's box, exuding a forbidden and burning breath.
It will completely shatter Zhou Jianxing's originally simple, even somewhat mechanical worldview, and rudely force an unknown realm full of sensory storms that she has never imagined into her cognition.
Zhou Jianxing stared at the compressed package in a daze for a long time. She did not open it immediately. Instead, as she would do with any suspicious file, she opened a professional antivirus software and performed a deep scan of the compressed package for ten minutes.
After the scan result showed "safe", she was still not reassured and cross-verified it again using another software.
After confirming that everything was correct, she carefully unzipped the file into a newly created encrypted folder on the hard drive named "Learning Materials (Gardening Related)" as if she were disassembling a precision instrument.
The decompression complete beep sounded. She took a deep breath and opened the folder.
Inside are subfolders divided into categories: pictures, texts, videos...
Click on the "Pictures and Text" folder, and the high-definition, delicate, and even artistic operation steps instantly fill the screen.
Zhou Jianxing's brain crashed.
Blood rushed to her head with a roar, and her cheeks and ears felt incredibly hot. She subconsciously touched her forehead - it was so hot.
Could it be that he has a fever?
Hmm... the human body... so this is how it's connected? She forced herself to look at the diagrams with a mechanical eye, trying to break down the unfamiliar organs and movements into abstract "parts" and "functional processes."
However, the raw impact of those images far exceeded any mechanical diagrams. Her "rational analysis" lasted less than three seconds before collapsing in a chaotic torrent of sensations.
What was she looking at?! Shame and guilt washed over her. She slammed her laptop shut, her heart pounding and her palms sweating.
Zhou Jianxing rushed into the small bathroom, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his hands over and over with cold water, as if to wash away some invisible filth. He looked up and saw a panicked face, red as blood, reflected in the mirror.
"Zhou Jianxing! How dare you look at such things! That's Mrs. Wen! She has a husband!" She growled at herself in the mirror.
Zhou Jianxing put her head under the faucet, trying to use the cold water to extinguish the inappropriate thoughts in her mind and the heat brought by the pictures.
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It was late at night, and all was quiet. The chaotic thoughts she had forcibly suppressed a moment ago quietly revived in the darkness. For some unknown reason, she turned on her computer again. The dim light from the screen reflected her nervous and confused face.
She clicked on a video tutorial and watched it for just a few seconds. A certain intimate gesture, a certain hazy look...
Wen Lingyi's gentle face, with her lazy smile and the ripples in her peach blossom eyes, was instantly superimposed on top with incredible clarity.
Hmm... A short gasp escaped Zhou Jianxing's throat. He closed the computer as if he was scalded, curled up in the quilt, and covered his face tightly with the pillow.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and the roar of my blood filled my eardrums. Wen Lingyi's voice seemed to whisper in my ear: "The nights are always cold and empty..." The images in the text and video, intertwined with Wen Lingyi's image and voice, created an unprecedented, dizzying, and terrifying impact.
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Wen Lingyi was not feeling well either. After she gave the enlightenment teaching materials to Zhou Jianxing, it was as if someone had turned on a switch in her body. A weak electric current seemed to pass through her limbs and bones, causing waves of irresistible numbness.
She couldn't help but click on a video tutorial, but after watching it for a few seconds, she quickly closed it. The performance was too obvious, and she was now immune to this kind of thing.
But her physical anxiety did not ease, and Wen Lingyi boredly opened the illustrated tutorial and began to read it carefully.
Hmm... this posture is good...
In her mind, she imagined the face of the woman pinned down as Zhou Jianxing's, closed her eyes, and began to imagine every detail. As she thought about it, she felt like ants were crawling on her heart. Her mouth was dry, so she poured herself a glass of cold water.
You can see, but you can't eat. Although Wen Lingyi enjoys the fun of hunting, he enjoys constantly narrowing his encirclement and watching the prey have nowhere to escape in the small hunting ground.
However, the progress seemed too slow. Zhou Jianxing, a novice in love, was ignorant of her almost naked hints and invitations, and she could not appear too anxious.
In fact, Wen Lingyi also enjoyed this hunting process of ambiguity, extreme pulling, testing, and continuous in-depth plundering. Zhou Jianxing's reaction was very interesting, and Wen Lingyi liked it very much. She even... hoped that this process would last longer.
Thinking of Zhou Jianxing, Wen Lingyi couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. Although the other person's silly look was a bit annoying sometimes, he was cute most of the time.
Wen Lingyi leaned back on the large velvet sofa, her fingertips sliding across the screen of her mobile phone.
On the screen was a photo she'd secretly taken during the day of Zhou Jianxing working. She zoomed in on the image, her gaze lingering on the lines of Zhou Jianxing's collarbone, which shone slightly from sweat, her eyes deep.
The fire in his body started burning again, and Wen Lingyi didn't know how much patience he had left.
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That night, Zhou Jianxing stared at the ceiling, tossing and turning, completely unable to sleep.
The shock of that brief and thrilling browsing experience has not yet subsided, her cheeks still have an unnatural blush, and her heart skips a beat from time to time.
Those high-definition pictures and dynamic video tutorials... are so concrete and direct.
It was so sudden that Zhou Jianxing's brain couldn't process it at all, leaving only instinctive shame and panic.
No... I can't think about that anymore... She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of those images from her mind.
However, Wen Lingyi's "emptiness", "loneliness", "coldness" and "human body temperature" lingered like a curse.
Feng Xin Suoai's decisive "She is inviting you!" was like the beating of a drum, making her uneasy.
Zhou Jianxing needed a buffer zone, a less explicit way that would allow her to understand this unfamiliar area a little.
Picture tutorials don’t work, video tutorials don’t work either… so… what about text? What about stories?
For some unknown reason, she opened the website she had heard of while surfing the Internet, which was said to have a large number of novels with "special" themes - Koukou Literature City.
Her finger hovered over the search box for a moment, she took a deep breath, and as if she was about to dive into the deep sea, she typed in a few keywords: "lily", "emotion", and "wife".
Instantly, a dazzling array of book titles and descriptions filled the screen. Zhou Jianxing nervously glanced around his small bedroom like a thief, making sure the curtains were securely drawn before clicking on a book with a relatively subtle title, "Starlight on Her Fingertips."
The author's delicate writing style depicts the mental journey of the two women from acquaintance to ambiguity, those cautious temptations, the throbbing that they wanted to say but couldn't, the inadvertent touch of their fingertips... Zhou Jianxing blushed and his heart beat fast, but he couldn't help turning the pages.
She tried to find some kind of "operating manual" from it, but found more of the flow of emotions and inner struggle.
Until she clicked on another book with a more straightforward setting, "The Gardener and His Lady Rose".
The first few chapters are quite normal, describing the story of a young female gardener employed by a beautiful but melancholic lady of a manor. The gardener works diligently, while the lady occasionally strolls in the garden.
Zhou Jianxing even felt a sense of familiarity.
However, the plot took a sharp turn for the worse.
When the hostess, wearing a silk nightgown, said to the young gardener who was pruning the roses in the moonlight, "My dear, there seem to be some weeds and vines growing deep in my garden. I need you to take care of them carefully."
Then the book says:
"Take care of it?" The female gardener looked up in confusion, the moonlight illuminating her muddy cheeks.
The hostess chuckled, her fingertips sliding across a tender rose petal, but her eyes were deeply locked on the gardener.
"Yes, just like you loosen the soil and irrigate it every day to make the flowers bloom... Some places also need loosening and cultivation to maintain moisture and vitality."
Her voice grew hoarse, carrying a bewitching charm: "The soil deep inside needs your nimble fingers to loosen it, and those tangled weeds need your careful... care..."
boom--!
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in Zhou Jianxing's mind, and all the fragments pieced together in an instant.
Wen Lingyi's garden.
"The night is cold and empty..."
“It needs regular care and unblocking to stay vibrant and healthy.”
So… so those words… those so-called “care,” “loosening,” and “unclogging”… weren’t literal gardening instructions at all? They… they were actually… metaphors for something like that? A naked… invitation?!
Zhou Jianxing slumped back in her chair, her chest heaving violently, the red mole behind her ear burning. She felt a surge of heat rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she was completely stunned.
All of Wen Lingyi's words and deeds that had puzzled her and even made her feel a little strange in the past now took on a whole new, frightening color.
Every approach, every touch, every meaningful look... all become carefully woven spider webs that stretch towards the abyss.
Is she... is she really... is she really... like Feng Xinsuoai said... is she... trying to hook her?
The impact of this cognition is a hundred times more powerful than watching those tutorials.
Because it is a revelation of emotion and intention.
Wen Lingyi's gentle and charming face now became extremely complicated in Zhou Jianxing's mind. She was no longer the high and mighty, unattainable Mrs. Wen, but a woman who had clear and specific intentions towards her.
This was beyond her understanding, and even beyond the moral safety zone she had set for herself. The other party was married and had a husband, while she was just a maintenance worker and a gardener.
This is crazy! This is dangerous!
However, after the wave of panic receded, another more secretive and more disturbing feeling quietly grew and spread in Zhou Jianxing - a trace of... irrepressible expectation?
The physical contact that had once left her bewildered was now tinged with a strong sense of ambiguity. Her heart began to beat wildly, and an unfamiliar, numbing warmth coursed through her limbs.
"If...if she really did it on purpose..." Zhou Jianxing's heart was like a lake with a stone thrown into it, ripples spreading. "Then...then what does she really mean to me?"
Is it just like the "Rose Lady" in the book, looking for a "plaything" to relieve loneliness?
Because you look clumsy and easy to control?
Or... do you really like it a little bit?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhou Jianxing was shocked and then overwhelmed by deeper shame.
Why does she think so? What is there about her that is worthy of Mrs. Wen's love?
She is ordinary, clumsy, and good for nothing except tinkering with things and flowers. Wen Lingyi, on the other hand, is elegant, noble, sexy and charming.
But...if it was just a plaything, would someone like Mrs. Wen need to put so much thought into it? Would she need to give her hints and physical contact?
She remembered the focused look in Wen Lingyi's eyes when she watched her work, and the gentleness she occasionally revealed, which was not entirely joking...
What exactly does she want from me?
Zhou Jianxing hugged his head in pain, falling into unprecedented confusion and entanglement.
"What should I do?" This ultimate question weighed heavily on me.
Accept it? She didn't dare. The moral shackles were like a mountain pressing down on her, making her breathless.
Reject? She... could she bear to do that?
Just thinking that Wen Lingyi might distance herself from her or even look for someone else, whether it was a man or another woman, made her feel sad.
Escape? It seemed to be the only thing she could do at the moment.
"Wen Lingyi..." She unconsciously pronounced the name. What should she do with this woman? And what should she do with her own heart that had already lost control?
The novel page on Koukou Literature City was still stuck on the chapter with explicit metaphors, glowing faintly.
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